Writing

Posts & reflections.
Since 2005.

Twenty-three

I favor the elegiac: feelings to be plumbed, questions to ask, and the inevitable melancholy when both resolve.

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What We Forget

Memory has become strangely unreliable, not all at once and not catastrophically, but by slow degrees that would be easy to excuse if they did not…

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I Can Hear It Again

It's been a hot minute, years really.

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Zoo!

We were on our way home when Grace exclaimed, "I read it, I read it. It says zoo! But the sign is wrong. It should have an exclamation mark at the…

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Why My Kids Are Better Than Anything

People who know me are aware that I am an incorrigible nerd. I am fascinated by things that bore many to tears. I have encyclopedic knowledge of…

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In The Quiet of our Room

We can hear all of the little snorts and grunts and coos and cries.

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Squishy

Nora is squishy. Squishy nose, cheeks, and arms. She is long and pink and surprisingly non-squishy in places you would expect a nine-plus pound baby…

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Nora

Salutations Nora.

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Today Is The Day

Nine months and a handful of days have brought us here: the apex of the wait, the realization of hopes and prayers. For now, the excitement and…

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I Magic

Colleen decided it was time to start potty training Julia. Juju has expressed an interest, but lacked the focus to follow through.

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Failure to Launch

I am a perfectionist -- in the worst possible way.

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Yes We Can

Yes, we did. Major news networks have announced, what will become, the 44th president of the United States of America: Barack Obama. I am pleased as…

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